Shooting star, could you be a message?
I can see the spirits start to rise
Trail of sparkle in the dead of night
From afar, from the other side

Fading laughter in the ever after
I remember when the time ran out
Night was falling, shadows were crawling
You were calling from the other side

I still wear the symbol of our memory
Weaved in gold, in a painted braid
Round my finger, never ending circle
Like your memory, from the other side

From the other side
From the other side
From the other side
From the other side
From the other side
From the other side